Yes, quintessentially Murakamiesque. I don’t think I could do it. It’s a bit like eating popcorn. Simple, unpretentious, free of striving. Derivative I suppose of Salinger? But that’s not the point. There’s something indefinable in this style, something pure and, in my mind at least, Asian. I would say Japanese, except for your last name. But maybe you grew up in Japan? I can feel here the mannered consciousness of Japanese kids — and also their casual cruelties (all kids have that I guess).
My son is in the 4th grade of a Japanese school. Who will he become, I wonder, a Kiyoshi or a Daichi?